Queen Bitch Pt. 2 - Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy

Everything you heard, yo, that’s my word

You play the herb and repeat every word

It get on your nerves to see how we swerve

Watches that shine, dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb

In the black suburb, plucking birds, getting served

Y’all ain’t never learned how this world turn

Thought it was over, huh?

Now we return!

To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be or it just ain’t your turn

The rules are so stern, nigga get what you earn

And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?!

Y’all know who you are, wanna battle?

Bet a car

Notes and all that shit, You legit?

Spit a bar

What?

See, I run the show, got the illest flow

Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes

It’s the original and everybody knows

I rock diamonds that’s red, white and indigo

I’m undroppable, untoppable

You can’t hold me down, don’t you know I’m unstoppable?

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear

I’ma tell you now, just like I told you last year

Niggas ain’t sticking unless they lick the kitten

Huh!

Too many bitches just be lickin' the dick and

I’m a picky one, I like my dicks rock hard

Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw

Oh — something missing, the shower-pissing

All up in your mouth, what?

You think I’m kidding?

Cause everything we do, we got a right to

You criticize me?

We despise you

If what they say is true, we the baddest crew

I’m far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

With these supreme baller like

Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G

Y’all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

You niggas got some audacity

You sold a million now you’re half of me

Get off my dick, kick it bitch!

You must be out your mind, or you must be high

Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry

The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

(Oh yeah, and by the way, you got one more day

Or you got to pay, boo, you got something to say?)

Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain’t strong bitch

Thought you’d be around long?

Wrong bitch!

Got nothing but love (but when push comes to shove)

We turn to thugs (and we put on them gloves)

Commence to lickin' slugs, you ain’t gettin' up

More bags zippin' up, graves dug, nigga what?!

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

With these supreme baller like

Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G

Y’all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

You niggas got some audacity

You sold a million now you’re half of me

Get off my dick, kick it bitch!

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

With these supreme baller like

Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G

Y’all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

You niggas got some audacity

You sold a million now you’re half of me

Get off my dick, kick it bitch!